Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Forty

I feel my eyebrow arch of its own accord, and I can’t stifle the incredulous huff that leaves my chest. “Excuse me?”

What the fuck? Did this guy just tell me that what I do is his business?

Frost gives me a hard look, his features becoming a bit more tense than usual—and that somehow makes him appear even more handsome, if you can believe that.

“I don’t like repeating myself,” he begins, “but since you probably didn’t know that about me prior to now, I’ll make an exception for you this one time. I said—”

“I heard what you said,” I counter angrily, and he knows I heard it, too. He’s just trying to be snarky, and all that’s doing is pissing me the hell off. But what’s pissing me off even more is this ridiculously audacious attitude of his that seems to have come out of nowhere.